Breathing New Life & Monday Poem

My reading funk appears to be over, thanks to Nick Harkaway’s The Gone-Away World—managed a breakthrough yesterday. Of course, I still have 70-odd pages to go, so some damn fool ending could ruin things, which would be a shame. Expect a review this week. Assuming my internet access doesn’t become a problem. I can tell you now that James Wood probably wouldn’t like it though.

I suppose I should have posted this on Saturday, but didn’t think of it—the CP stopped by on Friday for a pre-trip visit and read me a lovely poem. Do enjoy “The Elephant Is Slow to Mate” by D.H. Lawrence (n.b., I have mentioned before that I never cared for Lawrence, but in fact it appears I do.):

The elephant, the huge old beast,
is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
till they touch in flood.

3 comments to Breathing New Life & Monday Poem

  • So glad to hear you’re enjoying the Harkaway. I’m loving Why We Hate Us and am so happy to be reading something smart and insightful and socially aware. American Wife is up next, then The Gone-Away World , and based on the reviews I’ve been seeing, I’m looking forward to both. Let us know how it turns out!

  • I read a review of The Gone Away World and was interested to hear more about it, will be curious to read your thoughts when you’ve finished.

  • […] February 19, 2009 · No Comments Possibly (though probably not*) because lately I’ve been reading so many authors I had disliked ages ago, and apparently like now, I picked up D.H. Lawrence’s novella The Fox the other day. Lady Chatterley’s Lover had not been a hit with me, though I do like his poetry. […]